Chapter: 327

Moments later, Jayson's voice reached Jayson's ears.

"You're still here?"

Jonathan looked up, his eyes filled with bitterness and jealousy.

Indeed, even Jonathan found himself envying another man.

In contrast, Jayson's face showed clear signs of panic.

He was uncertain how much Jonathan had overheard just now.

"Mr. Bates, it's not admirable to eavesdrop."

"Until the divorce is final, she remains my wife."

“That's a valid point." Jayson gave a broad smile, his hands open in a conciliatory gesture. “Which is exactly why I'm leaving, not staying with her. Just relax, I respect her as much as you do, and whatever you could provide for her, I can too."

Jayson, realizing Jonathan probably hadn't caught their earlier conversation about the child, felt a wave of relief wash over him.

“But thanks for Looking after her."

"Jayson, if you ever mistreat her-"

"I've fought too hard to be with her to mistreat her." Jayson interrupted sharply. “Remember to return her to me tomorrow.”

With those final words, Jayson strode past him and exited, not daring to stay any longer, for fear that Jonathan might overhear more than he should.

Jayson deliberately slowed his pace, each step dragging, as he waited to see if Jonathan would catch up.

The silence behind him stretched on, heavy and unnerving. Finally, Jayson glanced over his shoulder. The sight that met his eyes made him stunned.

Jonathan was shedding tears.

Not just a tear or two, but a silent, heart-wrenching sorrow that played out in the deep pools of his eyes, which were rimmed with red.

Tears traced paths down his cheeks, soaking into the collar of his white shirt, the damp patches spreading slowly, relentlessly.

They say men don't cry easily, only when they're deeply, irrevocably hurt.

And in that moment, Jayson had no doubt about the depth of Jonathan's love for Bethany. It was raw and palpable, and it struck a chord within him.

Slowly, he pulled out his phone, capturing the image of Jonathan's tear-streaked face.

Maybe if Bethany saw this, her heart would soften. Maybe she'd reconsider.

However, his thumb hovered over the send button.